Memorials and Other Papers — Volume 1De Quincey, Thomas
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Memorials and Other Papers — Volume 1
De Quincey, Thomas
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From these wild, Tartar-like stables of Connaught, how vast was the
transition to that perfection of elegance, and of adaptation between
means and ends, that reigned from centre to circumference through the
stables at Laxton! _I_, as it happened, could report to Lord Massey
their earlier condition; he to me could report their immediate changes.
I won him easily to an interest in my own Irish experiences, so fresh,
and in parts so grotesque, wilder also by much in Connaught than in Lord
Massey's county of Limerick; whilst he (without affecting any delight
in the hunting systems of Northamptonshire and Leicestershire) yet
took pleasure in explaining to me those characteristic features of the
English midland hunting as centralized at Melton, which even then gave
to it the supreme rank for brilliancy and unity of effect amongst all
varieties of the chase. [Footnote: If mere names were allowed to dazzle
the judgment, how magnificent to a gallant young Englishman of twenty
seems at first the _tiger-hunting_ of India, which yet (when examined
searchingly) turns out the meanest and most _cowardly_ mode of hunting
known to human experience. _Buffalo-hunting_ is much more dignified as
regards the courageous exposure of the hunter; but, from all accounts,
its excitement is too momentary and evanescent; one rifle-shot, and the
crisis is past. Besides that, the generous and honest character of the
buffalo disturbs the cordiality of the sport. The very opposite reason
disturbs the interest of lion-hunting, especially at the Cape. The lion
is everywhere a cowardly wretch, unless when sublimed into courage by
famine; but, in southern Africa, he is the most currish of enemies.
Those who fancied so much adventurousness in the lion conflicts of Mr.
Gordon Cumming appear never to have read the missionary travels of Mr.
Moffat. The poor missionary, without any arms whatever, came to think
lightly of half a dozen lions seen drinking through the twilight at
the very same pond or river as himself. Nobody can have any wish to
undervalue the adventurous gallantry of Mr. G. Cumming. But, in the
single case of the Cape lion, there is an unintentional advantage taken
from the traditional name of lion, as though the Cape lion were such as
that which ranges the torrid zone.]
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